One Can Never Study Nature Too Much

I Hope I Shall Be Able To Make Some Drawings In Which There Is Something Human.

The Heart Of Man Is Very Much Like The Sea, It Has Its Storms, It Has Its Tides And In Its Depths It Has Its Pearls Too

What A Simple Thing Death Is, Just As Simple As The Falling Of An Autumn Leaf.

The Lamps Are Burning And The Starry Sky Is Over It All.

The Wheat Field Has ...poetry; It Is Like A Memory Of Something One Has Once Seen. We Can Only Make Our Pictures Speak.